Bill waited for me last night.
Leaning against the fence like a lazy milkman and smiling his heart off... In the morning sun.
It was burning him already but he let it hurt him. His dead, white skin was sizzling and turning to black ash.
I didn't know what to do.
I slowed down. Kept my eye on him and walked past...
"Good morning, it's going to be a lovely day." He said.
"Yes. It's a great day." I answered.
I was too scared to look back. He was in flames already.
I'm still not ok with his true death :(